Down to the bottom of the sea
The photographs and me
Out with the old regime
Agree to disagree
And home for the summer months
To lesser men and their ugly sons
With nothing but time to kill
You thought on what you'd done
Recall your features
Your face is all I need
But the hanging man is waiting for me
As I commit to sleep
Recall your features
Your face is all I need
Solace is a dirty word
And I don't need me